Qi Yuanxiu · Self-cultivation

Ji Xiu was like Shura from hell, bristling with anger, but the anger in his eyes overshadowed everything, and Shan Xuechen on the ground was /not/un/hanging, trembling, like a white paper blown by the autumn wind.

Wang Jian suddenly knelt down between the two, "My lord, calm down!"

Ji Xiu slapped Wang Jian again, and slapped Wang Jian aside.

Liu Shusheng hurriedly brought a blanket from the house, ready to wrap the naked Shan Xuechen.

Ji Xiu approached Shan Xuechen step by step, with a murderous look on his face.

Shan Xuechen's consciousness began to drift away, and in a trance, he found Ji Xiu's face floating in front of him. He wanted to get close to him but every time it was in vain, staring at him for a moment, with a "wow", he vomited a lot A mouthful of blood.

Ji Xiu looked at the blood, and suddenly his heart shuddered, tears almost forced out of his eyes.

Wang Jian took advantage of the situation and knelt down again, and kowtowed a few times: "I don't know what mistake Xiaobai made to make the prince so angry. If the prince wants to punish him, he should punish me. I am not a good brother!"

Uncle Zhong screamed when he got here, shook his head and went to the kitchen to get firewood and firewood.

Ji Xiu's heart has never been so chaotic at any time, the Shan family in Jinzhou... his memory drifted to that night again, the coldness froze every cell in his body to death, the fire in the distance was colder than the sky The ice and snow, and then, the mother and the young self were frozen by the ice and snow, frozen forever...

Tiny snowflakes are floating in the sky at this moment, and there seems to be a distant singing voice in the snowflakes. Shan Xuechen is panting heavily, his expression is empty, and everything becomes slow. The singing voice carries the human soul to 15 years fly forward...

15 年前

On the eve of the Taikang Rebellion, Concubine Ming was demoted out of the palace due to jealousy, and was expelled from the city together with the four-year-old son Changzhi. The clinker met a thief on the way, all the money was looted, and the entourage was also killed. The mother and son escaped.

Living in Jinzhou.

Concubine Mingren traveled long distances, poor in health, heavy snow in winter, and deserted. The mother and son went to Jinzhou to join Concubine Ming's younger sister, the second daughter of Prince Jinyang, and now Ji Sulan, the young mistress of the Shan family in Jinzhou.

"Persevere, it will be there soon!" In the white snow, a small figure dragged the broken felt and walked with difficulty.

Looking at the red patch in front of the heavy snow, as if exuding endless warmth, the child's eyes were full of hope: "It's almost there!"

"Yuanxiu..." A hand stretched out from the ragged felt, the chilblain had festered badly, but the beautiful shape of the past could still be vaguely seen.

Qi Yuanxiu immediately ran up to help his mother up.

"You are a down and out prince now, nothing compares to the time when you were served as your master...but you have to remember!" The woman suddenly grabbed the child's wrist, "You are No.17 of Emperor Gongshun of the Daning Dynasty Prince! You have an incomparably noble royal blood in your bones, and your words and deeds represent the face of the royal family. You are the prince of the current emperor!" The woman's face, which had been pale for many days, suddenly turned rosy. , like the Buddha of Ultimate Bliss in the Western Paradise, shining with divine light. "Qi Yuanxiu, no matter how your father treats you, you are still a member of the Qi family."

"Mother, my child has never forgotten that I am the No.17 prince." Mixed with the whistling wind and snow, the words "Seventeen Princes" were indistinguishable.

This woman who was once famous all over the world recalled that the mother and son were driven out of the palace by traitors, but the emperor ignored them, and Mrs. Yuhao chased them all the way... Her eyes were sour, and she almost shed tears.This child is not yet five years old. What should be enjoyed is the love of his father, mother and concubine. He is at the age of reading a thousand-character essay with the grand master. This child has never laughed since he was born. He hoped that when he came to Aunt Su Lan's place, he could grow up healthy like a normal teenager and forget about his own mother... Thinking of this, the woman smiled slightly.The woman who realized that she couldn't survive tonight kept repeating in her mouth: "That's good, that's good..."

Finally, he supported his frozen body to reach the front of the warm red.

"Mother, look!"

At this time, Concubine Mingren was almost in a coma, but for the sake of her son, she still had to work hard to entrust him to her younger sister, "Quick... hurry up and knock on the door, and ask the housekeeper to inform the young mistress... Luohuaren is independent, and Weiyuyan flies together ..."

"Boom, boom, boom! Boom, boom... Mother, no one," little Qi Yuanxiu looked at his mother pitifully.

"Leave me alone! Be sure to knock on the door! Ahem!"

"Boom boom boom! Boom boom boom! Boom boom boom..."

"Yo, this..." The door finally opened, and the one who opened the door was also a snobbish person, looking at the child, he said, "Are you here to find our young master?"

"Luohua is independent, and Weiyuyan is paired/flying. Please inform your young mistress. Also, I don't know your young master. My mother is behind."

The concierge cast a glance at Concubine Ming who was about to die, and thought that there was another beggar, so he said: "Just wait, I will inform you right away."

Seeing what he said, Concubine Ming closed her eyes with peace of mind, Su Lan will definitely treat Yuanxiu the same way she treats Xuechen...

The concierge didn't want to report, but he didn't expect to meet Shan Lianyuan, the second grandmother who was chachai in Xuetian when he turned the corner.

Concubine Ming didn't expect until her death that her own sister had already been killed at this time.

"Why do you keep your head down when you see me?" Shan Lianyuan had a pair of extremely slender eyebrows, and a pair of seductive eyes under the eyebrows, and turned around.

"No, how dare you mess with Young Mistress." The concierge thought about it, and then said what happened just now.

Shan Lianyuan said: "When did I know a four-year-old child and a beggar woman? The young lady is now practicing Buddhist rituals on the mountain, and it is even more impossible to know those people. How come you can't even send a beggar?" Shan Lianyuan walked to the door, saw it, turned her head and scolded the concierge: "How did you do it? It's such a cold day, you must die right away at the door, and it will be the first year in a few days. It will bring bad luck to the house!"

"Yes Yes Yes!"

So Qi Yuanxiu, who waited outside the door for half an hour, finally got the answer that the door was mercilessly closed.

That door is shut, Mother, you know?

Concubine Mingren definitely didn't know that she had fallen asleep forever.

Sleeping in this ice and snow.

She didn't know until her death that her child might go to Xitian Bliss with her like this.

However, the god of fate still took care of her child.

So when Qi Yuanxiu woke up again after being frozen, his first reaction was whether he had arrived in Xitian.

But a young voice said: "Hello, Qi Yuanxiu."

The ice and snow still couldn't kill the four-year-old him, but, in comparison, certain things in his body were permanently covered by ice and snow.

"My name is Gao Bing."

That door is red, and the blood is also red. How beautiful is the red of blood and the white of snow?

The Shan family became a taboo deep in Ji Xiu's heart. Maybe, if that door had been opened at that time, wouldn't his mother not have died?

Later, the Taoist sent Ji Xiu to Jinyang.

The old prince naturally loves this grandson very much, but no matter how good he is, it can't make up for the past that was eaten away by the wind and snow.The hole in my heart is always there, day after day, year after year, and then slowly expands to the whole body.

Ji Xiu later found out that there was a child who was one year older than himself in that door, the son of the young mistress, and the child's mother and his own mother were sisters, but they were also sisters, but they refused to save him, and they were indifferent To a certain extent, there is no need to exist.

That child's fate was completely different from his own. Every day he had to change clothes and wash his clothes under the service of four servants. He had a special master to teach him how to read and write.

But he can only light up the lights three times a day, learn strategies, learn martial arts, and do whatever it takes to get back what he deserves.

Why are the same people so different in fate?

He can only keep asking himself, and asking himself again.

And then that child became famous—a son of six, wrapped up in such rich clothes and fine food every day, he also wrapped up a nobleman. When Shan Xuechen made friends with literati, Ji Xiu slowly cultivated his strength, At this time, Ji Xiu was as unfathomable as the deep sea.

One day, I will let that son of six and the entire Ning Dynasty prostrate at my feet!

This voice slowly said in his heart, and finally slowly became a benchmark, this benchmark honed Ji Xiu into an emotionless ghost!This ghost has enough arrogance and viciousness to deal with the outside world, and always feels that he is about to succeed.

In the end, he was still tricked.

The pride, self-control, and calmness that he was proud of at this moment were all forced away, only a lunatic.

Ji Xiu pointed his sword at Shan Xuechen, the tip of the sword was trembling slightly.The ears can hear the sound of one's own blood flowing in the blood vessels. Is this life?A fragile and lonely life.

An inch further forward, and the sword's edge could pierce the heart of the Liuchu son.

The shame of these days can also be over.

However, another voice echoed in my ears, a kind and gentle voice, like the voice of a god in the early chaos

"My lord, are you from Jinyang?"

"My lord, are you married?"

"Junior is twenty this year, what about you, my lord?"

……

This voice made his heart tremble, and Ji Xiu unconsciously burst into tears.

What I have insisted on for ten or 20 years suddenly collapses.

He’s a good guy, the First Under Heaven official and Min say so.He is my younger brother, and I can exchange my life for him, Wang Jian, the magician of the world, said so.Xiaobai, take care of yourself, that's what the uncertain Tachibana Mingzhi said.

Things that I couldn't understand before no matter what, I suddenly understood!

The sword in Ji Xiu's hand fell to the ground with a clang, and Ji Xiu stumbled out of the courtyard as if all his strength had been taken away.

Gao Bing outside the house sighed and followed.

Wang Jian sighed, there is no impenetrable wall in the world, but Ji Xiu still knew it. Fortunately, he finally stopped. The snow outside the window was getting bigger and bigger, covering the earth with a thick blanket.

The things on the horoscope still happened, and when they happened, it meant that something had changed.

Prince Consort Lane

"How long has it been?"

"It's been like this since I woke up."

Shan Xuechen has been lying on the couch at Mr. Orange's house in the west of the city for a week. During this period, he did not eat or drink, and stared at the ceiling with empty eyes every day. He closed it when he was tired of staring, and stared again when he woke up. Souls are taken away.

This child is so stupid, Gao Bing sat on the edge of the bed for the sixth time.

"He hates me."

"Who?" Gao Bing was surprised that Shan Xuechen spoke.

"uncle."

"what?"

"Uncle Ji Xiu."

Gao Bing didn't know how to respond, so he said, "Heal your injury first, don't think about anything else, and don't call him uncle!"

"..."

Shan Xuechen closed his mouth again, his eyes remained blank as before, as if he was really stupid.

"Little Bai," Gao Bing shook his head to distract him, "Master Orange wrote to invite you to play at his house."

"His family is a famous scholarly family, the Ju family...Xiaobai, you must know the Ju family, that is, the Ju family who has produced five prime ministers, six Zhongshuling, and four censors in one breath. You did a great job... But when it comes to making fuss, it must be better for you, Mr. Shan, ah, look at me, I forgot about the business I came here today, hehe," Gao Bing took out a piece of paper from his arms. Ingot Yinzi, "This is the painting you drew for me last time. It was sold in Tai Rongxiang. This is for you."

Shan Xuechen still didn't respond at all.

In his dream, he met an extremely beautiful child. He wanted to talk to that child, but that child ignored him. No matter how he tried to show his favor to that child, he never saw himself in his eyes. He wanted to hug that child. , but that child opened his bow to him...

Gao Fox squinted his eyes and chanted:

"After the dream, the building is locked high, and the curtain hangs down after drinking. Last year when the spring hate came, the falling flowers were independent, and the swifts flew together. I remember the first time I met Xiaoping, and the double heart was Luo Yi. The pipa strings said lovesickness, at that time The bright moon is here, and once it shines on the colorful clouds.”

"Luohua people are independent, and micro swifts fly together."

Shan Xuechen suddenly woke up from the dream.

This is Yan Xiaoshan's "Linjiang Fairy".

But this is not just a "Linjiang Immortal", which is too simple.

I'm afraid even Ji Xiu doesn't know the allusion.

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